brighter day

brighter day


gentle breeze
turned to storm
closed my windows
stayed in my room
soon i felt so alone
i reached for my phone
but nobody was home

i could feel my tears
rolling down my cheeks
my heart starting to beat
i opened the drapes
to look outside
storm started to subside
i can see far and wide

i found myself humming a tune
old but we can call our own
how are you now, may i ask
things coming back in a flash
i turn around and close my eyes
storm is gone and outside is nice

walking back

holding my chin trying to think
as i watch a pretty sailing ship
with my long legs i run along
trying to listen a particular song
i'm tired i'll sit for a while
and focus my weary eyes to the sky

saw a cute kite with funny tail
pink, yellow, can't really tell
i follow the string to the mound
little girl has it attach to a wand
"what's the name of your kite" i ask
she turns around and grows up so fast
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS in response to a poem below

a childlike dream
builds something pure...
sailing to the horizon
my kite has flown
and wanders all alone... passingby

Sonnet for a Swan

the beautiful moon must have hidden
unwilling to shed light to the maiden
walking bare back by the frozen pond
she must have left something behind
might be waiting for it to thaw
swim by the moonlight as she used to
maybe dull moments that came along
so quiet not even faint of a song
whatever it is, don't walk on the pond
it will crack and you'll surely drown
go to the garden and ponder memories
i know i planted lots of roses
you could touch, you could smell
please don't pick, i'll surely tell

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

in response to :

absence of familiarity
day ending reluctantly…
a swan
unwilling to leave
a frozen pond ...passingby

Difference

cold windy evenings…
restless branches
cherry blossom trees
finding
their chosen path. "passingby"
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (response to a poem)

Oh! phenom of nature
when there's cold
there's warm for sure
when the difference
is so great; i was told
the harder the breeze
hope it won't turn to storm
poor flowers they'll be torn
down the path and be stepped on

love is what you make it

moaning for the love to come
being alive that's love at hand
could be that nature's warmth
craving as gentle as a lamb

expecting too much, hard to handle
cause lots of it we get in trouble
for a moment, if you have any fear
that wonderful word love is near

all of us should be warm hearted
things we do, words we say, suited?
if not; forgiveness, understanding
we are but mumbling lovely human beings

...cheer up lovers. love is when you're enjoying it.

silent smile

i see a sqierrel up the tree
teasing,purring, mimicking me
i wonder why it does that
i'm not after stock of nuts

it must have full of wits
gathering nuts for keep
i'm amaze how it climbs the tree
but i won't follow; beats me

could be the acts are for fun
displaying tricks to everyone
but it could be so nice, i agree
only if...it doesn't for mockery

it will go away

freshly cut roses on a basket
for the lucky one who'll get
could i offer you one of it
so you'll smile a bit

aha! you want a group of three
that's a smile and kiss for me
a hug would soon follow; i know
there are days i really miss you

why? tears seem to visit early
tears of joy on Christmas Day
you must have thought of somebody
bite your lips; it will go away

i'm on green

i'm on green

holding the ball close to me
counting dimples dilligently
while i wait for my turn to tee
i got eight for the par three

watch their balls go left or right
with a very unique take-off flight
with mumbles enough to be heard
frustration must have lingered

i walk slow with determination
to stick that ball close to pin
swing the club in perfect motion
with lots of prayers, i'm on green.

i'll try again

raise my hand to feel the wind
very cold breeze churning in
i look around, leaves are falling
mistletoes; summer grass drying

i pick a tee, press to the ground
atop the beautifully manicured mound
i swing my driver through and pro
to have a feel when to let go

titanium ping breaks the silence; play
goes up; gently comes down; rolls to fairway
a swish of nine i'm on the green
pin is too far; i'll try again

in verses and rhymes

green grass blends on my feet
rises proudly when i get off it
i must have been walking so fast
as there were no footprint casts

i look at the far end of the garden
there she is with smile waiting
i could see flowers in her hand
sparkling lips caress by the sun

i greet her with a kiss
happy birthday my sweetness
i feel gentle hug so warm
last i know we are charmed

i didn't notice what time it is
dream shadows being swallowed by dusk
we must have talked for a long long time
giggling sometimes in verses and rhymes

...happy birthday n!

wishing for a kiss

i'm sitting here waiting
for the phone to ring
but i have no luck at all
til my eyelids fall

i must have left the radio on
cause i could hear a song
or i must be dreaming
that you're singing

then things get so clear
i'm holding your hand my dear
walking barefoot on daffodils
i pick one for you to smell

you giggle and give me a peek
i turn around and kiss you
on your pretty lips
so real, i'm awake

akon ayam

i have a pet so sweet
naghhintay sa aking pagbalik
uray no maminsan agkinnit
agko leleweten na bulawit

wonderful to have one
nakakahumaling alagaan
pakanem samo ap-aprusan
malikeliket met lad satan

ngem no awanak dita
nakikipaglaro sa iba
agnayarin pulyanan
needs love more than i am

...nakagawas akon ayam.
maupay ba akon surat.
hit susunod isusurat ko
ini hin iba nga sarita.

One More Time

let me kiss you one more time
before i walk to setting sun
where i ponder my memories
away from blinding rays

you must have left something in me
that keep wishing you're still there for me
but if that wasn't the case
i still have smile on my face

journey is rough not fit for love
too much angst deep inside
i wonder if i can still be calm
with my head on my palm

my tears long been gone
but my heart still warm
my mind still intact
can entertain my flock

Fading Hurt

leaves have fallen
flowers been taken
hands tried to hold
eyes tried to fold
globules of tears burst
pointing fingers
who's the first

a leaf of a book unwriten
feelings so pure forsaken
yet found a spark of light
guiding lost steps of the night
to look for moist for thirst
to sleep well with fading hurt